Charles Johnson's writing
this is where I celebrate the fact that I seem to have started writing again
Friday, 22 April 2011
the worst yet
The Good Friday moon
like the stone ball
I suppose it is
hung above the village
at 6 a.m.
Now it’s gone
behind streamers of cloud.
People below sleep on.
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